Maggie showing us around Saint-Perdoux ~ one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen
We stayed in this little mountain town of southern France with Bob and Maggie, my new friends =o) Okay, so this was the first time that Wendy and I had ever met them, but they were the type of people that you always want to be a part of your life. Not knowing anything about us, Bob and Maggie welcomed us as though they had known us for decades. After a delicious dinner, some Irish whiskey, and lots of silly conversation, we spent the night at their home. Though the next morning brought some rain, we all (including their dogs Wilson and Harry) took a walking tour through the town, seeing the mill, the church, and some horses. It was like walking in a dream ~ I never knew places like this existed. There are no words to describe the attachment and connectedness I felt to this place. We had another dinner at their home with some of their neighbors, and although they only spoke french (and therefore I couldn't understand much of what they said), their neighbors were equally friendly, welcoming, and accepting. I actually felt as though I belonged, and leaving this town was probably the most difficult thing I had to do on this entire vacation.